dread

Learn more about other poetry terms

Whoopee, new material!! (New poem, but old frustration...ย to anybody who can suggest
๐˜๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ ๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜น๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ž๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ
ย  I dread the morningsย  I really dont wanna wake up I want to sleep No matter how much more Its more time in bed
Foreboding foresightThe chill of moonlightย Petals rain from the sky ย  The creature grimacesAll hell he retracesEyes were yet defined ย 
There is something to be said About the color Orange. He is our president now, and As realization sets in, we begin to Dread. But dread will get us nowhere, and
I hang here on a chain dangling fowards and backwardsย  I am the punching bag Harder than a pillow, safer than a boardย  Punch me when you're mad, punch me when you're boredย 
My old friend... a trinket to my soul that contributes to making my life more whole.... You are a gift to me.... one I cherish very deeply. The sun is starting to rise, take my hand, together we can avoid our demise....
At the edge of my bed, A close friend creeps, His gibbers and gabbers fill my head, The way he speaks is quite bleak, I'd not mind it if he wasn't two years dead.
Every morning I awake With the Overbearing Sense of Dread That everyone Expects Me To carry Silently.ย  This
When the year starts you are eager to begin Yet as you go it makes you want to crawl out of your skinย  How can something you love make you feel this way When you enjoy doing it how can you stray away ย 
We hear about problems, All over our world, How there areย  bombings, shootings, And deaths allured.ย  ย  What people forget, Is how this all began, With hatred that came,
PYRRHIC
There was something dark, Something dreadful, Lurking through the halls. - a spirit!- Malicious with disturbing desires, Like a shadow, it followed From room to room. Such a monstrousย  creature
Walking in the black mist, I feel an impending sense of doom. I see nature on either side of me, But I feel all alone.
She saw the fall coming, Their inexorable end, Stupidly standing there On the edge of the blade Hanging over her head.
Subscribe to dread